Pray - Intellectual

[Intro: Grafh]

What's up? Oh

Griselda

Dope game

[?]

[Verse 1: Grafh]

Y'all don't know what it do, when I show you the blueprint

I ain't water it down, 'cause I didn't know you was stupid

Searching online for the truth that I'm throwing in music

I can show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it

I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it

I'm Alkaline water, amongst all the soda and juices

Went from what's crackin? To what's poppin?

I [?] then go gun shopping

You scared of the dark, my nigga, you sunblocking

I'm hot headed, and my tongue dropped in a plug sockit

[?] pop it, then I lunchbox it

I jump [?] double pump rockets

Til my blood clot, blood clotting

Fuck stopping

Your man got jumped, you were just watching

I left your body in the trunk rotting

[?] niggas never plucked cotten

I'm just boxed in, jabbing, I'm just boxing

Jumped up [?]

I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockings

You hustle to play ball, those are fucked options

I just [?] memory lane [?] drunk driving

What? what?

What did y'all do to me?

My ex tryna put a hex on me, vudoo me

It's heavy artillery

Strap with the cemmi harpoonery

I multitask, looking at your chain while I'm Googling with a pawn jewelry

I ain't with the tomfoolery

I'm Huey P. in the wrong community

All my laundry is Louie V, I burn a Monclare, Prada and Gucci T

Inside the uligy, [?] me

[Chorus: Grafh]

When the shots fly

And the rain falls

It's a homicide

Tell me, who can you call?

When the soul dies

You can be right or wrong

It can be you or me

Whoever's quick on the draw

Mama, pray for me

Just pray for me

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

You got shooters laying all in your bushes and grass

Waiting for you, so they can be took to the cash

Got you opening your safe, and got you pulling out cash

And you know what happen next, when he pull up his mask

Nigga, the muzzle flash and the bullet pass

Through your melin, your whole shit getting put on the glass

Robbery gone bad, news, bullet and flash

I laugh, 'cause I'm the nigga that put up the bag

Yeah

I'ma be straight, as long as my mama pray for me

If you gon' be around, you gotta spray for me

Gotta be solid all the way for me

Real nigga, that's something you ain't gotta say for me

My resume'll vouch

You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce

I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penitrate her mouth

I get a word, and nigga [?]